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I woke up at 2:00. Yeah, that's late, but when your plans involve sleeping all day, and you went to sleep at like 5:30am anyways, it's not as much as you wanted. Oh well. There is only word I can use to describe Hot Hot Heat: AMAZING. Steve's voice.. is just.. crazy. The Washington Social Club was first, and they scared me. The Sun was second, and they were pretty darned good. I enjoyed them, the crazy, dorky lead singer, and the "Taylor Locke in five years" bass player. I should've bought their cd, but I did not. Kate found these card things for them after the show though, so atleast I know their website. I have not danced that much at a show in ages (..discounting the mock rooney dancing), and it took a mere one song ("Talk to Me, Dance With Me") to get me sweating like a maniac. We're standing around, listening to the odd choice of filler music, when all of a sudden, there's a cowbell. Someone is walking through the crowd of Maxwell's hitting a cowbell. (Any of you unfamiliar with Maxwell's, the band has to walk through the crowd in order to get onstage). Dance, dance, some more dancing. They generally stopped to talk between songs (for Steve liked to hear us all scream when he said next to nothing), only launching directly into "Oh, Goddammit," which caused a freakout on my behalf. That song is my jam. That song is my "blast it when the roommate is out of the room and dance my bootay off" song. I can't get over Steve's voice. It's unbelievable what he can do. And I'm still perplexed about the end of "This Town." Just can't do it. In conclusion: Hot Hot Heat = So So Great. If they want to hire a couple of tour dancers, they know who to call. While leaving Maxwell's, and talking smack about these girls with bad eyebrows, a guy turned around to smack talk, too. He was cool. His name is Mark, and he goes to NYU as well. Back to that whole "it's a small world" thing, for he got Jason's drumhead from Irving Plaza, and he was going to the Walkmen the next night as well. So strange. I didn't see him at the Walkmen show, but still. Strange. And then Sheryl lost her bag, and I stayed up for hours calling her cell, biting my nails, and waiting for them to come back. But it's okay now because she's going to get it back. I woke up Friday morning in a pretty bad mood. Failed a keyboarding quiz, but my teacher was a lot more kind about things this time around. No yelling at me, no telling me to "just play." Instead she would say things like "go ahead and try again," but I still know I failed. I tried so hard. I practiced so much. I hate this. There were tears, and then there was a whole motivational thing on my part, and then I talked to my sister a little before I headed to work. I love my children so much. They're great. Especially when one of the stupid kids yelled something about "the fat girl" in the class during gym, and like 5 or 6 kids said, "SHUT UP." Awwww. <3 I came home, slept, and eventually got ready for The Walkmen show. Sigh. I can't handle seeing two bands with two AMAZING lead singers in two days. Like. I was dying listening to Hamilton sing. I met up with Alex at the bus stop, and we walked to Hipster Central. The first opening band, The Minors, were so bad that they were good. Whoever decided to book a punk band as the opening act for The Walkmen deserves.. something. I don't know. They were such young boys, playing bad punk music, but the singer (who we think called himself Swivel) had the attitude down. Instead of being a typical "frozen in place" Bowery audience, they shouted out random, highly amusing comments ranging from what cover they should do, etc. Lead singer: I've never heard of that song! Wait.. how come you guys know more punk songs then I do?
It was all so good. People gave them applause and such; it was all good-natured. Walt from the Walkmen walked by us a few times, and everytime he did, it was with such force that I fell against the wall, causing Alex to say I was swooning. I should've been. Le sigh. Then we spotted the wonder that was Bizarro Jacques #2. He was a dorky litte attractive boy with a blue sweater, and a cute little patterned shirt under it. We were smitten. The next band, The Apes was very.. trippy. Psychedelic. Interesting. I was confused. BJ2 was in front of us, but not so close. After the set, him and his friend went to get water, and a forlorn Alexandra and I stepped up a bit. They came back, wedged their way back in front of us, and there they remained for the rest of the eve. The Walkmen came out, and I was happy. Eventually BJ2 and I got much, much closer. To the point where my knuckles were resting on his back, feeling his soft, fuzzy sweater. Hamilton sang and sang, and I wanted to weep. Hamilton's stage presence for the first few songs made me think of Julian Casablancas a bit. Just stumbling around the stage when they're not singing. Not that I'm complaining, because whatever they're doing, it works for me. Eventually he loosened up a bit, and just.. egads. He's so tall. And the drummer is so tiny. And I can't take it. Walkmen, I love you so. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Saturday, April 5, 2003; 04:27 p.m..
So. It's been ages. Yes, I neglect. I don't feel the need to write long, drawn out entries anymore. I'm not the happiest person in the world right now. It's been a long 6 weeks. I've worked my ass off. I've slept too much. I've slept too little. I've been to Houston. I played in a park with my niece. I've been sick a few times. I've missed too much school. I've gone back to work. I've skipped work. I've met interesting people. I've decided I really want to learn the drums. I've wanted to throw myself out the window. I've loved myself. I've cried. I've laughed. I've regressed. I've karaoked Cheap Trick. I've decided not to go see bands I really want to see. I've decided to see bands that I was hesitant about. I've tried to pick up all of the pieces. I've done glamorous things. I've wondered about who I am and what I should be doing. Adrien Brody won an Oscar. My cousin is going to Iraq on Tuesday. For a year. I'll be back eventually. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Saturday, March 29, 2003; 03:15 a.m..
I'm cold. Brr. So. When was the last time I wrote in here? Like a week ago? It's been busy. Not really interesting busy, though. Went to school for another week. Only I didn't. I took a great spill on Tuesday in Brooklyn which led to the misalignment of some vertebrae in my neck which led to me not being able to move my head which led to me staying in my bed for three days instead of going to class. Woo. hoo. But I'm all better now. My neck was fixed on the big V-Day. Valentine's Day actually ended up being fun. Instead of hanging out and reading my book, I spent some quality anti Valentine's time with friends. First I headed down to Rubin to eat dinner with Amanda and her suitemates. They were going to watch movies and eat junk food all night, and so was Aileen, so I decided to head over there. Oh yeah. You know me. I'm such a party hopper. We headed over to Blockbuster to pick up the movies - Clueless and Boys and Girls - and the festivities began. Jackie came over and it's amazing how much of Clueless most of us could recite. Andrew is a funny, funny guy. Aileen has a lot of good pictures in her room. Went to Queens to do laundry, pick up some mail, and see the fam. Ended up getting stuck there in the blizzard. Yeah. It sucked. It really did. Especially the walk to the train station Tuesday morning. Hiking through a mile of snow stacked up 2 feet tall. Not cool. But I made it back to campus in time to take my Economics midterm. YAY. My life is so fun as of lately. I can't begin to tell you. But things will get better. Good night. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, February 19, 2003; 11:25 p.m..
I started to write this entry and was then distracted by Converse.com, but I'm here now. Mm... silver converse. OKAY OKAY. So. Friday was an amazing day. I woke up to see that it had snowed a lot more than was expected and headed off to class. Mehak and I took a cab. It was silly. Keyboarding is such a messed up class. The professor is a weird, weird woman. But whatever. Because I like the people in it. A class of 8 people and I know four. Five if you count me. I was going to head to work, but since I was famished, I headed over to Weinstein to get some lunch. Then I got trapped in Washington Square Park - traipsing through the snow, taking pictures, watching adults have snowball fights - I'm guessing it was their lunch break - and just enjoying the snow falling all over me. It was beautiful. Went to work. A lot of the kids didn't show up, and they were supposed to have a trip that day that was cancelled, so they pretty much had freeform class. Building giraffes and swords with blocks. Drawing pictures. At 2 it was time for gym, so I went down with them. I watched them play football and basketball until a group of kids came over to where I was. Ishaq said that I could play if I wanted to, and I declined, but every so often a football would fly towards me. I took a group picture of a couple of kids, and the day was over. The work day that is. I came home around 3:30, looked out my window, and to my astonishment, there were already people outside of Irving Plaza. I rushed to get ready and headed out there about 4:30, waiting around for Aileen and Jackie who showed up about 5. We chilled until slowly more of the peeps showed, Michelle with Valentine's candy (Awwww), Alex, Sheryl, Kate, Farah, and finally Michelle #2 who made the drive all the way from PA. Dizzamn. Kazoos were passed out, and we eventually made our way inside the Plaza where sound check was still going on. Somewhat sensing the pandemonium, I asked Farah to move towards a different door, to better our chances of being up front. You don't wait in a line for 3.5 hours to get stuck in the back. Oh no. Pandemonium did ensue, the doors to the main room opened and people RAN towards the stage, falling all over the place and ... it was just crazy. But Farah and I got a spot up front and yelled to the others to come up with us. Longwave was up first. I saw them open for the Strokes a little over a year ago, and I really liked them. For some reason, I never bothered checking them out after that. Big mistake. Pssh. They had a TON of equipment problems, but I was still into it. The guitar player finally lost it and started beating on his amp before running to the drums. The entire band was standing around or on the drums, it was crazy. And it was fairly amusing. They finished their set, and okgo came out soon after. Damian entered with two leaps, which prompted me to turn to Sheryl and say, "Yes! Damian's in a good mood," (..have I ever seen him in a bad mood?). They began the rocking, playing most of the album, their cover of "nite klub," and then another cover - toto's "hold the line," which was amazing, though I was a little sad they were doing a cover I had seen them do before. It's okay. We yelled the "OH!" during "You're so Damned Hot," as loud as ever, causing Damian to laugh, and played our kazoos while Burleigh danced to "there's a fire." I had very bad kazoo control and kept dropping it all over the place, but in the end it was recovered. And I stopped playing it once I dropped it.. don't worry. Damian showed off his new shoes, much to the envy of Tim, and there were our typical shouts of "BURLEIGH SEAVER!" which prompted a smile and nod from the newly waxed Burleigh. Sigh. The unibrow, come back to us. It's funny. I'm a big fan of eyebrows, and yet I loved Burleigh's unibrow. So while I praise the newfound shapeliness, I am deeply saddened by the loss of his uni. I had to go to the bathroom, but I wanted to take a few pictures of the Donnas, so I hung around with m2 for a bit until I thought my bladder would burst. Those Donnas are so everything I would want to have in a band I was in. The songs would be different, but the energy, the attitude, the style, it's all great. I love it. Donnas? I heart you. While the Donnas were playing, Sheryl, Kate, Farah, and I were chatting it up with the okgo boys. We were sort of monopolizing them in some way, and if we noticed someone standing behind us, we generally stepped out of the way for them. I felt kind of bad, but I don't know. The guys didn't seem like they were rushing to get rid of us. Everytime Dan walked by he would give us a hello, calling us his "oh! girls." (On a side note, Jackie thought he called us the "ho girls.") I told him about the use of okgo in my music business class, and we gave out the kazoos (dan said he would play it in boston.. but who knows what happened there), and Kate and Sheryl discussed their PP/okgo cover EP proposal, all of which went over well. Burleigh, Andy, and Damian seemed to be nowhere in sight, and we were going to head out, so we decided to leave the three kazoos with Jorge. Jorge said we should leave a note, and right after writing it, Andy walked out. He seemed really thrilled about pretty much everything, hugging us all and reading the note we put in the bag. It was amusing. Andy creeps me out sometimes, but he's a cool guy. Then we were about to leave, and Burleigh appeared. He told us he would be right back, only to disappear for a long while. We took the time to go back and get some pictures with Dan. Nobody was volunteering to go first, so Dan began to pose alone with a fire extinguisher. We took our pictures, and as a security guard was ready to kick us out, Burleigh saved the day and came back to us. Oh, the wonder that is Burleigh Seaver. I took a picture of him and Jorge hugging each other. It's ridiculous how cute that picture is. I need to find a scanner so I can send it to Jorge. Anyways. Jorge then took a picture of all of us with Burleigh, and as he messed around with everyone's digital cameras (and my disposable. ha.) Burleigh kept his arm around me and told me many a story. By many a story I mean he told me one story and then proceeded to make other comments to me. As we were waiting, he shouted, "Come on Jorge! This is boring!" Possibly out of fear of hurting our feelings or something, he turned to me and said, "This isn't really boring. It's just our thing. We'll call our manager up when the band's in Montana, and he's in New York, 'we're boooooooooored.'" It was ridiculously cute. Oh Burleigh. He then told us we should learn a kazoo song (or even just transpose any song into kazoo. his suggestion? "hot in herre") and a dance for "Unrequited Orchestra of Locomotion," so we could do it the next time they're in New York. Oh, it's on. ;) We left, saying bye to Burles and Dan, and headed out to Amore's to meet up with Aileen and Jackie. On the way there, we ran into Damian on the street, pizza box in hand. For whatever reason, it was thrilling to me that Damian was getting Amore's. We chatted with him for a little bit, giving him the condensed version of our stories, telling him Burleigh had a kazoo for him, and that we hope he gets back to full health soon. Poor, sicky Damian. Ate some pizza with the gals, showed Aileen and Jackie my dorm, checked my mail, and was ecstatic to have finally received my copy of THE FOURTH WORLD. Oh Kara's. I heart you. It was just a good day. Saturday was boring. Today was the same. And I think I should sleep. Good day. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, February 10, 2003; 12:46 a.m..
Can I just say that I'm ridiculously proud of the title of this entry? Haha. Wednesday was just an all around good day. Aside from setting my alarm wrong and missing Anthro, I went to all my classes and got all my work done. Peter Brown came to talk to us in collegium. PETER BROWN. aka the Beatles manager after the death of Brian Epstein. He also wrote The Love You Make, which is like THE beatles book. Distinguished British men telling Beatles stories. Oh. I could live on that. After this I headed to Advanced College Essay. I spoke with Eric a bit, and that was neat. There are three guys in my class that are worthy of a "Rarrararrarar." I don't even know what that means.. but yeah. Came home, did .. nothing really as I felt crappy, finally getting ready for Rooney and heading out to the Village Underground. We entered the club, which was pretty crowded, and got a spot to the right of the stage. Literally. Before Rooney hit the stage, two things happened. 1) Albert Hammond and Ryan Gentles (wearing horrible, horrible sunglasses. Oh Ryan, why do you do this to me?) walked in. 2) Nick Valensi (or, as he will forever be christened, Nick Valensexy) walked in. We have 2/5ths of the Strokes. Or 3/6s if you want to count Ryan. And I do. So there. The show began. We danced crazily, but it wasn't the same as Maxwell's. It was still fun. Oh so fun. Taylor was SO, SO gone. He watched us move in a drugged out haze, and I half expected our motions to cause him dizzily fall to the ground. Oh, Taylor. The drugs. They don't do much for you. They make your hair limp, and they make me afraid of you. But I applaud your fashion choice. Paisley shirt, what? Matt Winter, on the other hand, needs some work. Matty boom batty? I will forever be calling him "Phil Spector," for he wore sunglasses the entire evening - even while talking to these three girls in front of the club after the show. While waiting to say hello to Pete, Robert walked out of the club, giving a hello to us. He then proceeded to converse with us for a good 10-15 minutes. It was really strange. Considering his niceness, none of us felt we should be snarky, and I'm convinced he left thinking we were fans - especially with his, "well, i don't know what you could do to get the rest of the fans into it, but keep on rockin'" comment. He gave us all hugs goodbye, we took a few pictures, and as I was leaving, he called out to me, "good luck in music business." I was a little surprised - I had mentioned I was a music business major, but it was just so random. It was so wrong. Robert. Why be genuine? You throw my whole world off-track. I'm expecting sleaze. I'm expecting asshole. I'm not expecting the Schwartzman in you to shine through. Bleh. I think that's all I have to say. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Thursday, February 6, 2003; 03:05 p.m..
I'm kind of sleepy. Erin's supposed to call me from the Maroon 5 show. I could use that as the reason I'm awake, but that would be a lie. I just never go to sleep when I can. So.. what have I been up to? Not a whole lot. My "nice profile" guy is now also in my keyboarding class, which means that he's in like 5 of my 7 classes. It's a horrible thing for the socially retarded to have to endure, but I'd like to think I'm handling things well. I say hello every once in awhile, sometimes conversations take place, but it's not really going anywhere yet. Well, we have the next four years of our lives, and if something is supposed to happen, it inevitably will, right? Yeah, just keep telling yourself that. Saturday was the Rooney show. I headed to Sheryl and Kate's, JBtv tapes in hand, and met up with them plus Alex for a pre-Rooney Phantom Planet session. Of course, I got lost on the way and ended up near the entrance of the Holland Tunnel, almost considering a walk to Jersey before I turned back and found my way there. The four of us are seriously a dangerous combination. Through in Michelle when we finally made our way to Maxwell's, and things are lethal. Circle and Square was the opening band, and they contained the one and only JOSH FONTAINE, aka "Bizarro Jacques," or as I like to call him, "Gideon's friend." They were followed by Astrojet, who were livable, but just not what I was wanting to stand around for. I ended up going to use the bathroom where I was accosted by some people that work at Maxwell's and interrogated about Rooney. "Let me guess, they're 21 and cute." "Are you here with your mom? You can tell us." "Um, I'm in college. My mom lives in a different state." "You don't have to lie. The other people were honest with us." "Do you like Rooney?" "Not really." "Oh? I'm going to tell Ben [Kweller.. I was wearing his shirt]. I know him, and he's gonna hear about this." The Rooney equipment was being set up by a man. A man with a flashlight. A man with a flashlight and a hat. That man was Pete. Yes. The Pete. The Pete of Phantom Planet infamy. The Pete of "Pete's Song." There was an immediate chorus of "PETE"'s from our section, and then we continued to jam to.. The Blue Album. That's right, my friends. Weezer was blaring over the speakers, and we sang like there was no tomorrow. Rooney finally came out. Taylor's hair has gone limp. Ned looks like a hobbit. Matt with his helmet hair and crazy sunglasses. Robert.. well he was Robert. And uh, let's pretend there was no Louie, okay? They played the way Rooney should play, being much better than they once were, but yet still being Rooney. We danced like crazy people, myself catching eyes with Robert a few times when he would see me dancing maniacally. Instead of looking away, like I had to with Adam Levine, Jack White, and so many others, I was actually able to hold it, because, well, it's Beb, and it's funny. And he has really pretty eyes for such a hobo. The dance party continued for 40 minutes at Rooney played on, and we came up with new and interesting interpretations for every other lyric. Oh. It was classic. We were partying harder than any actual fan there. What's up with that? Oh, but the best part? We get to do it all over again on Wednesday. And this time we know it will be rockin'. Yeaaah, boy. Sunday was my first jazz dance class. I lack coordination. And flexibility. And a million other things. But it was fun. And I will enjoy it. I'd better - I have it every Sunday for like the whole semester. Egads. ;) I'm sick and dying, but it's time for class. Save me. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, February 4, 2003; 04:31 p.m..
Yeah. So I'm the most horrible person at updating this. Suck it. Anyways.. school has kept me really busy. Today was Friday and thus I only had keyboarding. But someone has transferred into my class. Which means that this someone is officially the person in the most classes with me. And yet we still barely talk. And yet I'm so trying to deny the fact that I have some sort of crush on him. Maybe if I keep telling myself that... Speaking of crushes, I saw Burke the other day. He's in my Econ class. Haha. I have six classes. Six. That means a lot of work. And it's already started. If things are so bad now, what is it going to be like later on? Oh God. I can do it, though. Just gotta stay on top of things. And I overslept on Tuesday, so I'm already screwing up. Wednesday, I noticed something in the Village Voice about Jason Schwartzman being at the Ben Lee show. Of course, the second we found out and freaked out, Sheryl, Kate, Alex, and I were at the venue. Seriously. We found out at like 5.45 and were all there by like 6.30. We got in after much freaking out (the show was sold out) and while there was no Jason, it was definately enjoyable. The greatest part was not the performance itself, but watching Ben Lee rifle through his cds, pick one out, play a song, and dance to it off to the side. There was an "intermission" during the show in which Kate and I sat on the piano bench and sang along. Sheryl taught me the opening to "California," and we just kind of chilled. The show started up again, and Kate and I remained sitting on the bench. It was strange. When the piano actually needed to be used, a person in the band asked "can I use this?" reeeeeeally nicely. It was kind of funny. Like we were going to say "no, can't you see we're sitting here?" And as Ben came back for the encore, he used us as balance when he got back on the stage. People must have thought we were really big fans. I didn't like Ben Lee at all before the show. Now I think he's a quirky little man. I'm just not the biggest fan of his voice. Claire Danes, Rashida Jones, and some guy Mark were his "band" for one song. Rashida sang. Claire played the drums. Mark was the bass. Claire doesn't have too much rhythm, but it was amusing. Work has been all right. I really missed those kids. I'm glad to be back. Tomorrow is the Rooney show. Then Rooney again at the Village Underground on Wednesday. We might skip it and instead go see Ben Lee again. I'd rather do that. I was listening to The Guest before, and I've decided that quite possibly the only thing in my life I truly regret right now is that I've never been in love. Not that it's a completely one-sided thing, but I'm so.. I was thinking about it before. Any guy I have ever had some sort of crush on, I've always hid it. Even if the guy likes me back, and I've known that, I still hide it. I don't know what I'm so afraid of. I don't know why I'm such a freaking social retard. I don't know a lot of things. But I'm starting to feel like I'm ready to find out about these things I've been disallowing myself to discover. And I think my laundry is ready to be put in the dryer now.. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Saturday, February 1, 2003; 01:36 a.m..
Today was so long. And I'm the bitter girl because I missed out on an acoustic Maroon 5 show. It's okay... I guess. Woke up at 8.30 and headed out to my first class - Anthropological Perspectives. It sounds like an interesting course, but the professor is ridiculously leftwing. I generally don't mind anybody having different opinions as me, but there are ways to say things with tact. And I'm not the most PC person alive either.. he actually came to the point of wishing malaria on the state of Texas at one point. Eh. The class will be okay. Then I rushed through the cold (I seriously just wanted to lay down and wait until my quick, hypothermic death) to my "Business Structure of the Music Industry" class. And the first thing we did in the class? Listen to okgo. That's right, kids. Sure, we had to write things about the song - instruments, voice: trained?, genre, and audio quality - but doing that kind of thing also makes you REALLY listen to the music. we went on to listen to diana krall, cole porter, and a few other things. After that there was an hour break in which I went to ticket central and picked up passes for Old School, went to the library to check out some books for anthropology, lost my hat, ate lunch, found my hat, got movie passes for Darkness Falls (which I don't want to see, but the KROCK dudes in the van seemed desperate to get rid of them and leave the library). Collegium came next. The most interesting thing was the "mentor program," in which they hook us up with an alumni that we can talk to, and their might even be a "take your student to work day." Rock. Finally I headed to Advanced College Essay which was full of transfer students, ditzy nutritionalist majors, and not one but two cute boys. Rarr. As I was heading back from class, Jenn called to ask me to help her with her grocery shopping, and then I came back for a quick dinner with her, Leo, and Joe before running out to meet Amanda and head to the movie. I thought it was really funny. But in more of a rental kind of way. Luke Wilson wrestling in a vat of KY jelly? Yeah boy. Vince Vaughn? Will Ferrell? Matt Walsh? Craig Kilborn? Rob Corddry? Jeremy Piven? Come on, who else do you want in this movie? I was hoping that Luke Wilson would be around to make out with me post movie, but no dice. We headed back to Palladium for a quick meal, and I barely survived walking a half block in -6 degree (windchill) weather. My God. Tomorrow's classes? Economics 1100-1215 and Midi 200-430. Bleh. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, January 22, 2003; 10:35 p.m..
Today was the first day of classes. I didn't end up going to sleep until around 3am because I was in a chatroom with Jen and Nair. It was amusing. We should do it again sometime. Ha. Anyways, the first class of the semester was Economics. Professor Lieberman seemed like a cool enough guy, and the class wasn't boring. There were a lot of people I recognized in there, but I sat down in the back. Partially because I had sat down before I saw most of them, but also because I am a social retard and just don't do well with other people. Well, when I'm still in the stages of meeting new people. I came home and took an allergy pill which made me ridiculously drowsy and so I took a little nap before keyboarding. Which turned out to be intermediate. There was another girl in there that had signed up for it that should have been a beginner, so I didn't feel too lame. I headed to Bobst to change my schedule and tried everything possible to get into a keyboarding class that didn't meet on Fridays, but it was no use. So I will be working on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays. I hate those trips to Brooklyn between classes. It messes with my head. But going to Brooklyn is also some sort of escape for me. I love being in that classroom. It can be boring. It can be stressful. But I love being around children. Plus, the walking around/lunchbreak part of the day is so thrilling. I spent one afternoon at a playground on a swing reading some essays for Writing the Essay. And I loved every second of it. Of course, I dont think I'll be doing much walking in the ELEVEN degree weather, but hey. Plus, on a self concious note, today I would've given myself a 6 or 7 out of 10. That's pretty high for me. I'm generally at a 2 or 3. Ha. Tomorrow is loooooong: class pretty much from 9:30-5. Yuck. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, January 21, 2003; 11:45 p.m..
I haven't written since like Christmas. Wow. I think live journal is spoiling me. I just go in and write little esoteric notes and leave the big drawn out things for no one. I just.. don't feel like writing out what I think anymore. I ache, and I don't feel like dwelling and writing it out. I just want it to stop. Anyways. I'm still in Houston. This trip home has been quaint. Mellow. Boring. But I did get to sleep away a month of my life. I've laughed. I've cried. I've fought. I've watched more movies than I once thought humanly possible. I'm ready to go back to New York. I discovered what 90% of college students find when they come home for their first winter break. Home just isn't what it used to be. You've lost a lot of friends. The old stomping grounds aren't the same. Oh, and your car has no insurance or registration, so you can't really drive anywhere if you don't want to risk a ticket. Okay, so that one might just apply to me. Sure, I've had fun, but a lot of it just seemed fake. Or forced. I dunno. I don't know how I'm going to handle living here for 3 months in the summer. I really, really need some sort of job or internship, or I will go insane.
new york:
Aside from that, I think I'm going to start budgeting more. Here's to Saturday. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Thursday, January 16, 2003; 12:20 p.m..
SMxPxKim: haha i was reading something that said "emeril's recipes" If I know you and I bought you a present, please don't read this unless you're a bastard. I am home. It's weird. It's warm. I was wearing a t-shirt today. No jacket. No heavy coat. No sweater. Just a t-shirt. My flight was delayed by like two hours on Friday, so I wasn't in my home until like 11pm. The next day it was off to Olive Garden for a lunch with some friends. The consensus was ... my hair is long. haha. It was good to see the ones that went - most of them I have hardly spoken to since I left. Faiza showed off her engagement ring - it's so pretty. (She's Muslim - arranged marriage.. it's not for two years, though, and yes, she is happy with it) Nairuti and I ended up going shopping - we ended up in Hot Topic which I love and loathe all at once. Half of the merchandise is neat. Half of it sucks. And only like 15% of it I would ever want to buy. Yet everytime I'm in the mall I go in there. And I get looked at. I've even been followed around that store before. It's scary. I saw a girl that looked about thirteen buying shiny thongs with her credit card. What the hell? Things went haywire with Telecheck so I couldn't get what I want. It turned out fine though, because what I was planning on getting my sister, a friend of her's had bought. Thank you, Sandra. I felt weird in there today with my sister, chatting with all the HT employees. Nair ended up buying me a Goonies shirt. That I don't know about. ;) We also got Jen's XMas gift - a green day poster, some post cards, and the soco cd. We don't even know if she likes SoCo. But I do. And therefore, Nairuti bought her the cd. And she best like it. ;) We headed to Target where I bought a few board games - Chutes and Ladders for my niece (she won't know how to play it for awhile, but I think ahead. heh.) and Simpson's Clue for Nair. Nair doesn't know its for her though. I bought it as if for me. Because I'm a sneaky biznitch. My sister told me a funny story today. I was asking her about talking to Donnie (the ex-drummer from RiverFenix.. or the now defunct FenixTX.. whatever) about trying to find me a summer internship in Houston (he does oddjobs in the music business now) and she mentioned a conversation she had with him at her friend's wedding. He went on the Anger Management tour as a roadie or tech or something and so he knows Eminem. My sister loves Eminem - so she told Donnie he should hook them up. "Sharon.. I learned who my real friends were based on who would ask me the favors." "Donnie, we're ACQUAINTANCES.. we were never really friends. Come on, hook a jigga up." And she followed him around all night saying stuff like that. That's my sister. "I know if he met me, he would fall in love with me on the spot, Donnie." "Of course he would, Sharon." "Then introduce us!" "How would I do that?" "I dunno.. that's for you to figure out." She'd better talk to him, dammit. He probably knows some of the radio station people and would therefore be able to help get me some sort of internship.. even if it's unpaid - something they might not just throw at some chick. There's no details at any of the webpages for any radio stations in Houston. Of course, I'd prefer the Buzz, but seriously, I'd work anywhere. Hook a jigga up, yo. just kidding... It sucks though, cause my sister was friends with "the whipping boy" but he moved to like.. Arizona or something. I want an internship and I don't want to stay in NYC for the summer...... bleh. I'll figure something out. Hopefully. :/ This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, December 23, 2002; 03:01 a.m..
I've been packing tonight. I leave on Friday. Eek. So what's happened since that fateful maroon5 evening? I decided on Monday to try the rush ticket policy for Rent again. And guess what? I won! Woo! So there I was. Front row. And by front row I mean that during intermission I had my feet on the stage. I mean that everytime Joey slid on his knees to the edge of the stage, I feared he might slide off into my lap. I mean that every once in awhile an actor would make eye contact with me. I mean that when they did the standing ovation, I was face to crotch with Manley Pope. And it was weird. But I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.. The play was awesome. To my surprise, Joey actually managed to somewhat hold his own. Sure, the voice wasn't always there - he has a good voice, but it's obviously not a Broadway voice - but his dancing was stellar, and even the acting was pretty good (he had tears when Angel dies). Of course I saw it a week before he closes and so he's probably gotten a lot better than when he started. "La Vie Boheme," was my favorite part. Oh, and I like seeing it as a New Yorker - I found a lot of things funnier living here than I might as a tourist. Especially jokes about the Food Emporium (the grocery store across the street) and NYU. Anyways, after the show, I hung around, though I didnt think I would get anywhere near Joey Fatone. I had Manley Pope (Roger) and Christina Fadale (Maureen) sign two playbills for me. Joey came out, and instead of running straight into the car as I thought he would, he signed autographs. He talked to people. He gave hugs. I ended up being the last person he signed for, since I was right next to the car. He signed the two playbills for me, and as he was getting into the car, waving to the crowd, I stuck out my hand. He shook it, and I rushed out of the crowd. The teenybopper spirit (there were girls CRYING around me) must have caught up with me, for I called my friend practically screaming, "I MET JOEY!" It was a good night. Today was the Econ final. Eh. Alex saw Jimmy Fallon all bundled up in Virgin Megastore. Awww, Jimmy Fallon. Back to Houston. Am I ready for this? This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Thursday, December 19, 2002; 03:33 a.m..
Jennifer left today. Aww. She bought us some things from Java City for breakfast. Need to spend those declining dollars somehow. ;) It was sweet of her, though. So last night. Last night. Where do I begin? I got to drive. I was driving. And it felt good. We thought we were lost, but we weren't. Whew. Got to the Vanderbilt at like 7:15 and it had barely started. Ran into Michelle and her friend Rachel. Woo. Watched some Christian band: SGT. They were kind of cutesy, but I wasn't able to get into it. Audiovent came out. I was excited. Then Mini-Boyd started doing spastic arm and leg movements. He seemed like an ass. And to the bass player with the molester mustache: Spit on me again, you ho, and I will beat you down. Little Mike seemed very bored.. until he went to jump off the drum set and ended up.. falling through the drum set. After that, he started shouting and going crazy. I was scared. Audiovent, you are scary. Except for Little Mike. You are A-OK in my book. Then was this band .. Love Sick? Lame Street? Last night? Oh right, Last Week. While the preceding thing was a joke, I seriously have having selective amnesia with this band name. They were good. They did "Whoop! There it is" and "Video Killed the Radio Star." And the singer (Ido) had the fluffy hair that I hold so dear. Ladies and gentleman, we have found a Long Island band that knows what music is. I'm trying to download some of their stuff right now, but it's going really slow. They had a dancing pimp. He was dancing in the audience right in front of me, and there was a giant fro in my face. It was creepy. We talked to Matt and Ido after the show - both want to transfer into NYU music business. Matt told me that I HAVE to e-mail him. So I will. We made our whole team: he writes and records the music. Jackie mixes it. I promote it. And it works as the score for Kate's film. Aileen asked Ido if they had any EPs for sale. His response was simply to, "Rip that shit off of Kazaa." He also told us that we should just walk in to find m5 because there were no guards by the door. Sam (the guy we were with) went right up there, and I went, too, after awhile. We were kicked out by guards and it was all very, very funny. Anyways, back to the show. Tripside. I didn't like them. Scary boys with pointy elbows dancing like maniacs. Maroon5 came out. Finnnnnnnnally. They were cut short. Rarrrrrrrrrrrrr. Anyways, they played stuff. Good stuff. I just wish they had played "Must Get Out." Other than that, I guess I was content. They closed with "Closer." There was some brief dirty eye contact, including Adam looking at my cell phone, but it was nothing like Maxwell's. And that's okay, because I wasn't expecting a Maxwell's. A lot of the fans suck, though. Man, you guys are 14, you are not allowed to rock out to porn groovin. :P This was especially meant for the girl who felt the need to put her arms all over me and scream every word in my ear. I knocked her arm once when it was on my shoulder. She eventually ended up getting pushed back or something. I dunno, but the screaming eventually stopped. Thank God. There was something off with the sound. Adam's vocals weren't high enough. Jesse's hair was all over the place. I didn't understand it. Ryan took his shirt off. And I think that he should remain that way for the rest of his life, because.. damn. Waited around after. They were doing a signing, but you had to have bought the cd (and had the whole thing.. Sheryl and Kate were removed from line for only having the jacket). You also couldn't be in the fan club. And they jacked the price up to $15. Suck it, Vanderbilt. We finally gave up on waiting around, and as we were leaving, we decided to play with the golf cart/motorized little vehicle thing.
As we finished up with the pictures and were jumping off of the cart, we saw someone walking around the parking lot. One of the guys is looking at us, so I look back. Then they shout: We just continue to watch. I turn to Sheryl. "That guy.. who was it? The guy next to him.. his hair is messy.. like Jesse's was tonight. Maybe.." as Sheryl nudges me and says, "Ask who they are!!!" "Who are you?" I say a little quietly. Almost hoping they didn't hear me. "What?" "Who are you!" "Jesse!" says the guy in the beanie. "Um.. can we come talk to you?" "Yeah! Sure!" We head over there. I can't say very much. Because this story is not to be known by some. So if you really want to know, then ask me. And I'll consult the magic eight ball. All you should know is that it restored my faith in humanity. Thank you, have a nice day. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, December 16, 2002; 04:52 p.m..
The semester is practically over, with the exception of one exam, so here we go.
Things I Learned In My First Semester of College:
This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, December 15, 2002; 04:48 a.m..
check out the conan o'brien song: http://ronaldraygun.com/indexb.html Slept until 3 today. Woke up, and got off my ass to try and see RENT. I didn't win the rush ticket lottery, and I even missed Joey Fatone walk into the theatre, but it's all good. Walked around and decided to see what they had for sale at the TKTS booth. Bought a balcony seat for Chicago for $24.25. Hell yes. Called a couple of people as I walked around before heading to the theatre. The play started, and I didn't really get into it at first. The way someone introduces every song. The way they bring in the crowd. The things I disliked at first became the things I loved the most of it by the end. Involving the audience is always a good thing. I think Billy Zane should go back in time and join the rat pack. That's where he belongs. And his voice is neat. Velma was amazing. I wanted to have her part. Haha. "Listen to your friend Billy Zane, he's a cool dude!"-Hansel, Zoolander After the play, I waited in the very cold for Billy to come out. And possibly Velma. Billy finally came out, and I had him sign my Playbill. He signed it backwards, name first, then a peace sign and heart, and then he asked for my name. I reached out for his hand. And there was this whole weird hand switching thing we had to do. Then I walked away. I was having troubles. I was star struck. What the hell? I have met many a person in my day, and the one who made me star struck? I didn't even know I was a really big fan of Billy Zane. Heh. I had a weird idea to go to the Minskoff (on the way to the subway.. less than half a block from where I was) to see if I could spot Max, and there he was. I ended up doing the creepiest thing ever and followed him down the block. I decided to stop being creepy and walked faster - passing him up. He was talking pretty loudly, and I was on the phone. I kept getting distracted. I wanted to turn around and tell him to shut up. ;) When I got to the corner I turned, and as I turned to get another glance, he had turned as well. I think he knew I was following him. Oops. ;) I'm sorry. He's just ridiculously good-looking. And he was wearing another beanie. Ahh I'm so lame sometimes. But it was a fun night. A fun night out on the town by myself. :) This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, December 15, 2002; 01:27 a.m..
 What obscure band are you? Last day of Writing the Essay was today. Tomorrow's the last day of Basic. It's over. It's really over. Man. Survey time.
10 bands you've seen live (um.. ten bands I've seen most recently. heh)
9 things you're looking forward to
8 things that you wear daily
7 things that annoy you
6 things you touch every day
5 things you do every morning
4 people you'd like to spend more time with
3 movies you could watch over and over
2 of your favourite songs at the moment
1 person you could spend the rest of your life with This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, December 11, 2002; 01:34 a.m..
 What Bright Eyes Song Are You? Listening to: Rooney - No Wait, But Listen, I'm Talking to You (Gone) Friday. I cooked myself dinner and watched a few movies. Namely, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood and Goldmember. I recommend the second. If only for the beginning. At about 11, Jennifer invited me to go belly-dancing with some friends of hers. Sounded interesting, so I went. I had the first drink of my college career: A Long Island Iced Tea. And contrary to popular belief, I didn't get drunk. I guess for someone who doesn't drink often, I have high tolerance. Pssh. It was fun to dance around. It really was. Denise's cousin and his friends showed up, and there utter drunkeness was hysterical. There were some really skeevy men there. One in particular tried to switch drinks with me. Uh, no. I ended up heading home alone - Jenn and the girls were going to Veruka's and I was SO tired. I took the subway. Alone. At 3:30am. Yeah, I was a little mad. But I'm cool with it. I think Jen thinks I took a cab. But like hell I'm paying $6 for a cab. Cabs are pretty creepy at 3:30am as well. My feet are so sore and beat up from being stepped on all night. This afternoon Aunt Vicki and Danielle came down to the city for the day, so I went to meet up with them. We ate at Cosi's which was delicious (the s'mores? so amazing. and such an awesome idea) before heading back to my apartment. My aunt got a little teary-eyed on her niece that's living out her dreams. It was pretty touching. Man. We then headed out to Rockefeller Center to see the tree. It was horribly crowded, and then we ended up going to the Longacre Theatre so Aunt Vic could buy Evan tickets for Def Poetry Jam for Christmas. Dani and Aunt Vic were heading to the Manhatten mall, and buy this time my feet had called it quits, so I headed back to the apartment. Took a nap and woke up for SNL. Robert Deniro, I heart you. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, December 8, 2002; 01:27 a.m..
Slip inside the eye of your mind,
So I start the revolution from my bed,
And so Sally can wait,
Take me to the place where you go,
But don't look back in anger,
-------- I'm ready to go home, I think. Just for a little bit. I know that I'll be dying to come back soon enough, but I really need to see my family. I need to see my niece. My heart aches everytime I hear her voice on the phone. It'll be nice to have the relaxation. Sleeping my life away for a month. Hanging out with people that know me. That I know. Blasting my music. Having little inhibitions. Dancing in the kitchen. Having a whole house to myself for hours. Ah. Texas. Texas is the reason. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, December 2, 2002; 02:39 a.m..
 Who are you? What I am thankful for: This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Thursday, November 28, 2002; 03:51 a.m..
Yesterday was so damned long. I woke up at 8:30 after about 4 hours of sleep. Went to class. Went to work. Miguel ate lunch with me. It was REALLY cute. REALLY. cute. His twin brother, Luis, was at lunch, and there he was eating with me. Awww, Miguel. I heart you. Then I headed to Writing the Essay. Miranda was my partner. It was funny. I like her, she's amusing. Walked home from class with Amanda. We were joking around about how sexy Burke is. I don't even remember how it came up, but I remember feeling like that wasn't the time to say, "Yeah, I had a crush on him for like the first two months of class." So I didn't. Heh. Registered. Am somewhat screwed over, but so are a few other musbiz kids, so it'll work out somehow. Hi Kimberly, Thanks for your message. David was just in the office and told me the same thing. Please stay on the waitlist for economics. We will look at other options and talk about this on Monday at new Student Seminar. Headed to Weinstein. Ate some pizza. Met up with the kids in Penn Station. Um, KT and Blair are interesting people. I couldn't look at KT without thinking about the fact that she made out with Darren. And that Darren said, "Yeah, but I didn't know she was such a loon," when asked about it. Geez Louise. Blair was .. well, remember those really annoying stereotypical cheerleader, "like, ohmigawd," type girls? Yeah, well here's the model for them. I wanted to bash my head against a speaker. Locket. I was so freaking tired I sat on the floor. And I felt guilty about it. They were okay. Nothing too special. Before the show, the singer was standing behind Sheryl, and she was like, "What is with this man? He's creepy." Maroon 5. They walk on stage. I think, "That's Adam? Why do people think he's so hot?" An hour later I am a changed woman. Dancing to the hot grooves. Um, funny story. I always feel the need to hold on to something or my hands feel awkward if I dance. So here I am, holding on to the speaker, jamming, making sexy eyes at Adam, and I realize at the end of the night that I probably look like I am humping the poor speaker. Adam watches us dance. It's freaky. It's dirty. It's sexy. They play the entire album. Even an impromptu "She Will Be Loved." For more than half the song, it's just Adam singing and playing guitar. Adam does the Burleigh Seaver. He bounces. When he would play guitar, his jacket would fall down to his elbows and we would all pass out from the sexiness of it all. Mickey almost hits Kate in the head with his bass. Adam enjoys walking to the edge of the stage. His crotch is in Kate and mine's face. We can't handle it. At one point, Kate kneels down to take a picture of him looking up. He walks away and she stands back up. This is all I see. This leads to a series of blow job jokes from me. There are about 39898 times the entire evening where Adam makes eye contact with Kate, me, and Sheryl. He keeps glancing at us down the row. It's so freaking sexy. I'm going to stop gushing now. They close with a cover of NIN's "Closer." To quote Kate, "I didn't know that song could get any sexier." We talk to Adam after. We talk to James. They sign a sticker I have. We take a picture with James for some guy that's friends with them. I buy the cd. We talk to Ryan. He signs it. I have James sign the cd. James is a great guy. I enjoy him. I want to see Jesse crac-er..carmichael, but I can't find him I want to talk to Mickey so bad, but he has disappeared. I tell Adam about how I almost gave up on them after Kara's. He says, "Thanks for sticking with us." Picture taking. Hot stuff. Erm. We leave the club. We spot Mickey. Crying. On the phone. In a little ball in the corner outside of the club. I want to hug him. My heart hurts for little Mickey. He glances at us. I feel like I have in some way invaded him. We eat at Blimpie's. We laugh hysterically. We walk home in the NON SNOW. Punk biznitches. The Vanderbilt show? December 15? Oh hell yes. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, November 27, 2002; 05:09 p.m..
Now, as a somewhat devoted Catholic, I've been abstinent. And there have only truly been three times in my life where I almost wished I wasn't.
1) Julian Casablancas kisses my ear.
I always thought Maroon 5 was this comical, porn groovin' kind of band. And now .. it's no joke. They rock me. And some superdrag pictures for you to see: John, Don, Kate, Farah, Sheryl, me, Jackie, Aileen, and Mick Oh, and if you want, here's A LOT more. (thanks aileen and farah!) This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, November 27, 2002; 03:14 a.m..
Taking a break from my essay (one page to go!) to write in here. Sunday. Shopped a bit in Penn Station. Bought myself some foot creme for my poor footsies and a Christmas present for the sister. Met up with Sheryl and Kate and headed out on the LIRR to ROCKville Centre. The club - Backstreet Blue's - was ridiculously small and reminded me of seeing local bands play at school events or laser tag places. We watched in amusement as people skanked in circles (yes, ladies and gents, opening for Superdrag was none other than.. A SKA BAND) and tore the place up. Sheryl and I danced around a bit in jest, and at some point, Don came up and started dancing with us. What's that? A Sheryl, Kim, Donnie dance party? Oh the hilarity. Kate and Sheryl gave out the buttons they made, which Don displayed around the table. After the show, people actually took them, which caused much excitement for Kate. Anyways, we took our spot on the floor, as did Superdrag, being there was an itty bitty stage with room for only Don. ("Stages are for pussies!" says John in his sweet, sweet Tennessee accent) At one point, John walked over, right in front of me and rocked the hell out no more than an inch from my body. I didn't know what to do - of course, I continued to rock, but there was a part of me that was frozen in the fear. Sheryl and I both gave each other "What the smeep?!" looks during the next song (respectfully waiting to gush). The set was much shorter than that at the Knitting Factory, and "Keep it Close to Me" was not included this set, though "In the Valley of Dying Stars," was. Thank you. We started clapping before Don during "Rocket," and instead of simply standing on his drums, he walked to the spot directly in front of me (next to Sheryl) and began to clap and jokingly throw up the rock sign as Mike and Sam rocked out at him making faces. It was so intimate. So small. So close. So beautiful. With one of my favorite bands. With one of the bands I respect the most. Am I not the luckiest person in the world? At the end of the set, John walked up to Sheryl, guitar pick in hand, and she was.. distracted. Looking off into the distance, talking to Farah, while my heart was skipping beats. I frantically tap her on the back to get her attention. Post show we head over to chat with Don. Then we head to John. I clutch Sheryl because I just can't talk to John. I just can't. There's too much admiration. He signs her pick, and I hand him mine. He talks to us about the "FCs" (the jbfc, the wsfc, etc.) and talks to us about Jason Schwartzman.. who is, "A screwball." He talks about J's shirt with the drawn-on sunglasses to which I respond, "he has some like that with ties on them." Yeah, I said something. John misses his wife. It's fucking adorable. We're going to take pictures. John gets distracted. Don comes over. Eventually, we get the pictures. These are the people in them: Aileen, Jackie, Kate, Farah, Sheryl, me, Don, and John. Mick comes running out and gets in the picture. Sitting on his guitar case that says "SUPERDRAG." We pose. Two pictures for each camera. Darren jumps in on the action asking us to throw up the Westside. Darren being the guy who writes the e-mail updates. Sam is missing in action. Don throws himself on my shoulder. "I can't wait 'til that picture is out on the internet! Don and all his chicks!" We're done. We turn to say goodbye, Don hugging Sheryl, then turning to hug me. Aileen says, "Aww, I want a Don hug." He hugs her. Hugs all around. Jon is putting up equipment, so I head over to say bye. He shakes my hand for a long time. Says, "good to see ya, we'll be seeing y'all!" I smile. Internally, I squeal. I scamper over to Mike. Mike scampers back as well. I hold my hand out to him, and he says, "Fuck handshakes! It's hugging time!" We embrace. It's sweaty. There are collective and loud "goodbyes!" as we run up the stairs that breaks into us singing okgo's "bye, bye baby." Other songs occur, and a man trails us. "What are you protesting?" "we're pro rock and roll!" sheryl says. We run around Long Island singing and I swear it's like the Beatles in A Hard Day's Night. I think that this was truly one of the greatest evenings I've had since moving to New York. Maroon 5 tomorrow night. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Tuesday, November 26, 2002; 12:59 a.m..
Bleh. Didn't go to Writing the Essay today. Wes gave us an assigment Wednesday eve for Thursday. I was too busy planning my trip to SUPERDRAG. So I didn't do it. And therefore, I stayed at work longer (making up for all that lost income) and called my friend to tell Wes that I was tied up at work. Pssh. Anyways, yesterday was good. We finally finished all the major and minor scales in keyboarding, and now we're working on songs. About damned time. We're still working on chords and the such though. Calculus. Eh. It's math. The collegium was somewhat interesting. Thee people from Cherry Lane Publishing Co. were there, and I do think publishing is probably where I will end up someday. I mean, live music is my .. well, it's where I want to be, but the money is in publishing. Publishing is the "silver lining of the music industry" so to speak, and it's not the most boring thing in the world. And I could still be involved in the live music in some way. Maybe it could even be my side project. Yeah. That could work. I've got years ahead of me to decide this.. Anyways, Superdrag was amazing. The Love Scene was the first band, and aside from the drummer's funny faces and the bored singer's ridiculously fluffy hair (I wanted to touch it. It looked so fluffy), there was nothing too new. But it wasn't bad. Pilot To Gunner.. um.. the bassist reminded me of my Uncle. And he was spastic and tried to kill people in the audience with his bass. I went to get Sheryl and Casey (her roommate) who had been talking to Don, and I kind of was wrangled into the Don chatting as well. I've always had this "Superdrag is too good for me to talk to" stance, but there I was, talking to Don. He guestlisted us for the show on Sunday in Long Island. I dunno if I'm going to make the trek. But I now have the option. Yay for Don! Superdrag came out and rocked us all for a long, long time. Poor John kept having equipment problems as he squatted down and mumbled, "fuck! what the fuck? dammit!" repeatedly in his hot tennessee accent. Sam was so great. Even Mick and his drunken antics. And Don was the Don we all know and love. The show ended at 12:30, Superdrag having played for like 2 hours. They were really interactive with the crowd, and I loved it. Everytime Sam leaned over to get his water, Casey thought he was going to say something to her, so she would turn to us and say, "Oh, I thought he was about to say something." And he would lean over and be like, "Do what?" He was wearing a polka dot shirt, and I want it. John spit. A lot. One time he almost spit on Sheryl. He laughed, leaned and said "sorry." Cuuuute. Went to work today. It was fun. I hadn't seen the kiddies in so long. Miguel came up to me and said, "I was wondering if you were going to come back," and I wanted to hug him. He is so dear. Little Miguel. I didn't really get to do too much today, worked with the girl's a bit in the computer lab - the boys went to the gym. I'm thinking for some sort of puberty speech, for no girls allowed. All the girls wanted to go - "I bet they're playing football or something. It's not fair!" Awwww... Work tomorrow. Plus skills review in Basic. Which means Kim has to sing for people she doesn't want to sing for. Gag. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Thursday, November 21, 2002; 05:44 p.m..
Today was a good day. Only had one class and a meeting with my advisor. I'm cleared for registration. On the 26th. Let's hope I get what I want. And let's hope Wes is my teacher again. He's a good guy. In Writing the Essay today, we had to get into groups of two, and Burke was my partner. I turn to him and say, "Are you my pair?" His response, "I think so." What brilliant conversation we have. I didn't even say it in any sort of suave manner. I just sounded retarded. Our whole partnership was awkward. I wanted to tell him I was over him. "You're over me? When were you under me?" Oh, Friends. Got home and went to dinner with Jenn and Mehak. They were going to go to a play, but Mehak would rather nap, so I went along instead. Dance of the Vampires starring Michael Crawford - the original Phantom of the Opera. Also in the play? A chap called Max Von Essen who I am now in love with. I want many Von Essen babies. Anyways, I really enjoyed the play. We were sitting in the second row, I was in the aisle seat. There were many times characters walked off stage or would sit on the stairs that were right next to me. It was pretty awkward. Especially when the vampires scared the people in the aisles. I tried not to make eye contact, but the one that was sort of a sexual vamp (he had a whip) made a kissy face at Jen. I laughed. After the show, Jen wanted to stick around to meet Michael Crawford, so we did. Max walked out and I watched him walk down the street wearing a beanie with his curly hair poking out. Oh boy, did I ever want him. Mr. Crawford came out, he signed our programs, and as we were leaving, Jen shouted, "I loved you in Hello Dolly!" He looked up and smiled at her. She was beaming the entire way home. We stopped in Sephora before heading home. Tomorrow is SUPERDRAG. I'm so excited.. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, November 20, 2002; 01:02 a.m..
 What Color Eyes Should You Have? brought to you by Quizilla PMS can suck it. I've been feeling so strange lately - from happy to rock bottom sad. My self esteem level has shot down so far it's even appearing in my dreams (go out with a friend and everyone continues to hit on her while ignoring me - who is too busy trying to hide her face with her hair) Nairuti and Jenn went to see the Strokes last night. Jenn called me during BK and then again during the Strokes so I could listen. They both said they wished I was there, and it truly sounded like they meant it. Not just in a, it would be fun if Kim were here way, but like.. Kim should be here. Considering my mood lately - it was really needed. Though I'm still really jealous. ;) It's 3:30am.. I have to wake up at 10. Yuck. I was starting to wonder how things would be different if I were in Austin. I really tried to put my life into perspective this evening. And this is what I came up with. If my father were still alive - I wouldn't be in New York right now. He would've loved .. LOVED for me to be here, but we just wouldn't have been able to do it. I probably would'nt have been able to handle it either. For years I considered myself my father's caretaker (no, he didn't really need it... but I couldn't stand to be away from him for even a week) The homesickness would've consumed me and caused me to transfer soon anyways. The fact that it's not ridiculously easy .. being here that is .. is just commonplace with facing the hard path to success. If it were so easy, I wouldn't really be doing what I love. Right? I hope so. If not, when I leave school so in debt that I'm stealing pudding from hospitals (ah.. Scrubs how I love thee) .. I don't know what I'll do. Talked to Rick, Nichole, and Erin tonight. It was so strange.. such a thing from the past. Well, I still talk to Erin, but still. I still consider her some sort of entity of the past. There are times when we lose touch. I did im Rick.. but we actually talked for awhile, and he didn't call me Ryan. And Nichole imed me, which lead to a very shocked Kim. I guess that's it. I could ramble on some more about the way I've been feeling. The sadness, the happiness, the confusion. But I won't. I just need to get out of the hole I fell into on the way to finding what I want in life. And I'm now addicted to Everwood. Oh cheesy WB shows, how I love you. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, November 18, 2002; 03:39 a.m..
I am 34% Emo I need to go pay my NYU bill today. But I'm just being super lazy. Should I put it off until Monday? No. Will I? Chances are. Geez Louise. I'm even dressed, I just don't feel like walking down to the bursar's. We'll see what I do. So, last night. Took the subway to the Bowery (I was gonna walk - it would've taken like an hour, and I figured it was too cold for me) and waited in line. Sheryl and Kate showed up soon after, and we waited down in the bar before the doors to the upstairs open. We felt young. This girl, Eileen, came up to Sheryl asking if she had been at the NYU show. We remembered her from the show and started talking. Her roommate is Jackie - the girl I hung out with at orientation. Weird stuff. Kate and I went to buy merch. We chatted with okjoe (the merch guy.. Sheryl called him this, and it has kind of stuck in my head) about "This thing" and "That thing," aka the random merch that they sell. Tonight "this thing" was corned beef signed by the band. It was pretty classic, but I resisted buying. Later on I ended up buying that thing (aka signed Star Jones's book - which had an excerpt from a review by the Houston Chronicle on the back and everything) Anyways, we talked to Dan downstairs, we talked to Tim upstairs. Kate gave up cinnamon biscotti and hershey kisses ("c-c-c-cinnamon lips"). Damian took him away to do something. The show started, and we jammed. The crowd at the Bowery was the same as it was for the Realistics - a large chunk of pretentious hipsters. Except these pretentious hipsters were all like 39249288 years older than us. A lady who was watching us after the show muttered, "I wish that I was young again." I don't know how young they thought we were - it was 18+. But then again, since she was like 30, it sort of makes sense. "You're So Damn Hot." Hardcore "OH!" action that caused Damian to start giggling, and Dan to comment after the show, "Man! The 'OH!' was so great. You guys rock." They talked about the US for Africa deal - "We are the World," which eventually led to a segue for a cover of "Crimson and Clover." During "The Fix is In," it got very, very quiet and the five of us were singing along - though we were using normal voices, since everyone else was silent, it seemed to rise above and our voices were heard everywhere. We all realized at about the same time and gave each other quick, embarrassed glances before we started laughing. A guy somewhere started laughing as well. No "Unrequited Orchestra of Locomotion," for this crowd, but we understand. Even though we missed it dearly. They were done with "Get Over It," and fist pumping that spread through the audience like wildfire. I grabbed a setlist, though I'm not quite sure what the hell I will do with it. Sheryl wanted to go head to the back or something for Fountains of Wayne, which ended up with us talking to okjoe for awhile and then sitting around in the bar. The okgo boys were down there, which made Sheryl feel like we were being creepy. We ended up sitting there for all of Fountains of Wayne, though we could hear them through the speakers and all was well. We leafed through the Entertainment Weekly I got from Joe for buying "that thing." After the show, we headed up the stairs to get Kate, and ended up talking to Dan for a bit of time. I told him about the Houston Chronicle review, he talked a bit about the show, blah, blah, we headed outside where Damian was. "Have you guys signed the mailing list?" Sheryl shouts, "yes!" even though he was speaking generally and we end up talking to him. Taking a few pictures. That kind of thing. I ask if he ever wants to say "no" to people when they ask for a picture. He doesn't even take the time to make a joke, he just says, "No!" It's kind of amusing. I would. That would make me a bad rock star. Actually, it would make me a good rock star. Being an asshole and all. Talked to Tim a bit. He took the time to attempt to memorize the three of our names. Jackie comes up to get her TNFC title. Official guitar tech. Dan comes out and we chat a bit. I love that Dan. Sheryl goes to take a picture as Blake (the rasta tech/roadie) walks out. Dan gets Blake in the picture, then Sheryl, and then Blake asks if I "want to get in on this." I say sure, and the picture is taken. We wait around for Burleigh as we freeze and I joke around with some guy in a tie, but he never comes out. Andy does, though, and his hands are warm. The girls all take pictures with him and feel his and warmth, and when he is about to leave I ask if his hands are really that warm. He takes my hand and I'm like, "WHOA it is!" (My hands were ice.. it's not even fun) And for the next 2 minutes or so, we chat while he rubs one of my hands with his. It was too cold for it to be creepy. He told me I should be wearing a sweater. Pssh, I didn't know I was going to be standing around outside for like a half hour. We decided to walk home, and after leaving Sheryl and Kate near their dorm, Aileen, Jackie and I head to a McDonald's. There were people in their harrassing everyone, so once we heard the mention of "body bags," we skeedaddled. I don't know that I've walked so fast in my life. Ha. Didn't sleep until 3:30am, went to class at 9:30. Took a 5 hour nap. I need to shower, do laundry, and head to Queens. Ahhh.. the world of laziness. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, November 8, 2002; 04:07 p.m..
 Find Your Warped Personality this quiz was made by mysti Oh dear Lord. I never want to go to another show that is over 6 hours again. I fear it might kill me. Ha. Anyways. Friday I was on the phone with Nai until the wee hours of the night. It was very funny. We all hurt from laughing. I miss that. Sometime during all of this, as I'm laying on the couch laughing hysterically, someone leans over and says, "Hey, How ya doing, Kim?" Oh yes my friends, it was "hot profile guy." I ask what him and Sarah are going to do, we talk a bit, but I'm still on the phone so I get back to my conversation. When they leave, he says bye, and yet Sarah does not. Bitch? I refuse to go more into a Sarah rant. Saturday I woke up at like 3. I know, I know. But dammit, it felt good. Showered and headed out to Irving Plaza about 4:45. The line was long, but not bad. I was in front of these guys that were ripped off by scalpers like 3 times. A guy told them to give him the money and then head over to these other guys for their tickets. They gave him the money and the scalper left. They walk to the other guys who don't know who he's talking about at all. Then they buy tickets with no perforation. Then another guy who is going to sell them his extra ticket is harrassed by a scalper. "Man, you not sellin' nothin! We be workin' out here!" Sheryl and her friend Kimmy showed up about 5:45. We enter the place and get a somewhat good spot as Desaparecidos comes out. They rock and roll and then rock and roll some more. Guitar smashing. I seriously thought that Conor had accidentally hit someone in the head with his guitar - they were smashing so close to each other. Eek. Next up was The Good Life. They were okay. Eh. Now It's Overhead. I enjoyed them. The man in drag. Azure Ray. Also enjoyable. Man in drag sans wig. Pretty, pretty hair. I really had to go to the bathroom, and I felt it would only get more difficult to get closer to the front, so I went. On the way back, I passed a good-looking man in a white t-shirt and jeans. He was smoking a cigarette, and he looked very suave. I glanced at him until I realized it was Joaquin Phoenix. Ohh sexiness. Headed back to my lovely spot for the end of Azure Ray. Rilo Kiley came out and I giggled at Pinsky and Jenny Lewis. There is definately a demon living inside of Jenny Lewis. She'll be all sweet and innocent, and then she will "RARRRRR" or something at the crowd. I fear her. After their set, Sheryl and I went snooping around the VIP section. Nothing to see there, so I took a seat in the corner for part of Cursive. Jenny Lewis walked out and Sheryl wanted to talk to her. So we did. She walked past, and I shouted out "Jenny!" She came over, and Sheryl introduced me and herself. Jenny shook my hand and said, "I'm sorry, what was your name?" It was really cute. I want to sing the Troop Beverly Hills song with her, but I don't think she would like that. We headed downstairs, and who was at the merch booth? Pinsky himself. I said a shirt was blue, and it was actually green, and him and Sheryl were trying to prove it to me. He has a creepy molestery moustache, but he's still PINSKY. And man oh man did I have a crush on him when I was younger. We shook hands twice, and when Sheryl asked if they had any other merch, he practically dove into it searching for the other Rilo Kiley shirts. Meanwhile his little grey underwear is sticking out of his pants, and I am practically falling over with giggles. It's all so wrong. Bright Eyes comes out, and oh man, does it rock. Man in drag is now just a man with pretty hair in jeans and a t-shirt and I am now in love with him. Conor seems to really be enjoying himself. I rock out harder than I thought possible during "Let's Not Kid Ourselves" or "Let's Not Shit Ourselves." Whatever the hell you want to call it. I rock out until I am almost dizzy. It's a beautiful thing. Sheryl, who said that she didn't like Bright Eyes on Thursday night, has now found her bright eyes mood. "Bowl of Oranges," "False Advertising," "The Center of the World," lots of other stuff. They come back out for an encore kind of surprised. "You guys are like a marathon audience." It's about 1:30am at this time. But who really wants the music to stop? I eat pizza with Sheryl and come home smelling like someone has spent the last year of their life smoking in my hair. I showered and there are still remnants of the smell of smoke in there. Bleh. I might be trying to get into the sold out Fountains of Wayne/OKGO show on Thursday night. I dunno. Homework needs to be done. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Sunday, November 3, 2002; 06:39 p.m..
 A. YOUR PERFECT MAN IS................. brought to you by Quizilla Hope you all had happy halloweens. I've heard crappy stories from many. Me? Excellence. Well, it started out kind of weird. Went to Basic Musicianship, took a test, headed off to work. My teacher wasn't there, so I spent about an hour in another classroom that 5 of my students were in. Why are there no substitutes? I don't understand. The kids weren't doing any work, so I just ended up leaving. Since I had to catch the LIRR at 5:30, I had planned to not go to Writing the Essay so I would have time to get all dressed up. Technically, I could've gotten dressed and then headed to class. But oh no. I opted for a nap instead. Woke up, got ready, headed out to the park feeling a little foolish (we're talking crazy blue eyeshadow, deep purple lipstick, a high, high ponytail, ripped jeans, fish nets.. the works) until I ran into Frankenstein the priest. Met up with Alex Greenwald and Jacques Brautbar.. er.. Sheryl and Kate, respectively, and took a few pictures. Confusion at Penn Station, but we made it to Long Island and Gwen Stefani (um, Farah) was there to pick us up. We got to the venue and some scalper sold Kate and Sheryl tickets. They feared that they were fake, and he accidentally gave Sheryl an extra, which calmed my fears of the possibility of not making it onto the guestlist. Oh, but there I was. "Hi, yeah, I'm on the guestlist." "Whose?" "Ben Kweller's." "What's your name?" And bam, I was in. Haha. Mmm.. free shows. Anyways, there were two crappy bands (one in particularly that the audience LOVED, and I feared for the state of music on Long Island), before the SAHARA HOTNIGHTS came out and rocked the house. The crowd was pretty stagnant, which made me rock harder. At one point, Maria said something, and Sheryl goes, "what did she just say?" I replied, "she said, 'this audience sucks except for the four girls right here that know what rock music is.'" There are a select few all-girl groups that can rock well. Sahara Hotnights is one of them. Farah's boyfriend, Kyle, and his friend came up to us around this time and said that they saw HOWLIN' PELLE from THE HIVES walking out. The friend went up to him and said, "Is your name Peter?" "no, it's Pelle." "Oh, is that what they call Peter in Sweden?" "no, but a lot of people think that." "You're in the Hives, right?" "yeah." Then Pelle ran away. Even though I didn't see him, how hysterical is it that I spent Halloween with freaking Pelle Almqvist? We waited an all too long time for OKGO to take the stage, but when they did, boy was it worth it. As Burleigh set up his keyboard, we shouted "burleigh seaver! surly beaver!" and as Tim walked out, there was a hearty "TNFC!" followed by rock signs (and a fist in the air from me. if I haven't mentioned it, I'm not a rock signer. I never do it. I've been a fist in the air gal since I was born. Haha) "You're So Damn Hot," ... "OH!" Damian giggled a little before that part. They dedicated "It's Tough to Have a Crush," to a guy whose costume consisted of really long arms. It was amusing. I watched him clap and dance the whole show. Anyways, "it's tough to have a crush, when the long armed guy doesn't feel the same way you do." There was another lyric shout at "Whoever knew such hullabaloo?" Best line ever, man. The rock kept going with "Locomotion." Andy and the robot mask. All the posing. Oh man, oh man. Looked around and saw the audience thinking, "What the hell is this?" "Get Over It." Great. We all felt pretty fulfilled after they were over, and the time between them and Ben Kweller felt like ages. BK finally came out. "Hi, I'm Vanilla Ice." Ah yeah.. "BK baby." It was great stuff. I was leaning on the barrier thing by this time, since most of the people next to us had to leave by 11. Teehee. Long Island high school students. Anyways, Mr. Kweller kept the rock alive; it was so freaking adorable. I look at him as my 5-year-old son or something. After like 3 songs, he brought out a group of little kids that were going to sing for us. Charlie's Angels. "Charlie is their dad, and they're his angels," says BK. They proceed to sing "Chapel of Love." It's ridiculously cute. I glance over and see Ben clapping and singing along (the rest of the audience was doing so as well). Aww. Ben rocked some more. "In Other Words." So beautiful. The audience was ridiculously loud. I didn't let it annoy me. Throughout the show, Ben would make eye contact with me, and both of us would look away. It was pretty funny. Generally, the band is used to making eye contact with people. Made eye contact with the one guy in the band we don't know the name of. We call him "creepy guy, ben kweller, not josh." Why is he creepy? He stares. A lot. It gets creepy. But he's a good-looking fellow. People were shouting things, and Ben didn't seem to be listening at all. I turned to Sheryl and said, "What Ben is too cool to listen to the audience?" (half-joking) and Ben said, "I heard someone shout out a request, I'm gonna play that." Then, he starts to make solid eye contact with the three of us. All of a sudden, Ben starts smiling. Rocked so hard my ponytail would spin around my head Romy and Michelle style. Ben starts smiling bigger. The rest of the show played out like that. Ben looking at us, smiling, we smile bigger, rock harder, Ben smiles more. Oh, man, the Ben Kweller lovin'. After "Commerce, TX" Ben asks if we are hungry and they go back stage to bring us treats. The treats? Ben Kweller and the guys dressed up like a value meal from McDonald's. "We tried to dress up like Burger King, but we couldn't find anything." Somebody in the audience hands Ben a Burger King crown. He puts it on for like 2 seconds, and then John steals it. Pssh. "Wasted and Ready." Fist pumping. Smiling Ben. At the end, he looks at me, he throws his guitar pick. It comes at me, makes some weird turn, lands in Sheryl's hand, bounces out into some blackhole, for we never see it again. But whatever. BK threw his guitar pick at us. I try to get a setlist, but no such luck. It's cool. We meet up with Farah's people who had somehow managed to get backstage passes. As Farah's about to go back and look for Tim, Dan and Burleigh (who is wearing Andy's robot hat) come out. We start chatting with them. Dan's a really, really neat guy. Burleigh is off recruiting people for the mailing list, when some guy comes up and starts talking to Dan about OKGO. "Yeah, I'm going to the show at the Bowery next week, are you going to be there?" "Yeah.. yeah, I'll definately be there." "Are you a Fountains of Wayne fan?" "Well, I'm not too familiar with them." "Oh, so you're just going for OKGO?" "yeah.. pretty much." Then Sheryl jumps in with, "OKGO? I heard they sucked." We finally break it to the guy that Dan is, in fact, the drummer of okgo. It was as funny as the guy walking up to Jason Schwartzman at Irving Plaza and asking what time the Marianne Faithfull show would start the next night. Great stuff. Man. I took a picture with Dan and Burleigh, Dan telling me to get in the middle and Burleigh pretending to stick a pen in my nose. Sheryl asks Dan to guess their costumes, and when he is told, he goes, "Ahh.. that's kind of subtle. I don't know..." We say, "No, no.. it's just like them. Really." "Well, I don't look at them with the same eyes you do." Oh, Dan. We head downstairs to find Tim, and we are given our TNFC positions. I am the official Tim Nordwind Fan Club veterinarian. Yeah, that's right. You got a problem with an animal? Talk to me. A guy walks by dressed as a princess, and I shout to Sheryl, "DUDE, That guy looks like Darren Robinson doing the Egyptian Princess!" He really did. Sheryl tells Damian who looks confused, and he says, "Yeah, yeah he does. Kinda walks like him, too." I take a picture with Damian and Tim, Damian turns and says, "We're going to have to bust out some bad boy poses for you." I laugh. They pose, I stand there.. I did something. I don't remember what. Made a face maybe? Damian is really adorable with his little scarf around his neck. Talks to Sheryl about the "OH!" at the New Jersey instore they did. (Okay, here's the story. Sheryl went to see them, and they love the part in "You're So Damn Hot," where Damian shouts, "OH!" so she SHOUTED it, and Damian didn't even sing it. Eep. Everybody heard it. She made buttons for the guys that said "OH!" They loved them) He tells her that he doesn't like singing the "OH!" which is probably why he was giggling before that part earlier. Awww Damian. Bought a Ben Kweller shirt. Lizzy was chilling at the merch booth with a somewhat older lady dressed as a pink fairie type thing. Pink leotard, tights, etc. Kind of scary. Sheryl turns and says, "there's Lizzy!" Farah asks, "Wait, which one?" "Farah.. which one do you *hope* it is?" I say. So funny. Take a picture with Andy who can't stop dancing in his no-traction shoes. I wonder why I didn't bring my OKGO cd cover for them to sign. Oh well. I got pictures. Good enough. We leave. No, I didn't meet BK, (who was wearing a white blouse that was very feminine with white embroidery. I thought it was cute. The others didn't really. Dammit, Ben Kweller can wear whatever he wants) but I had an amazingly good evening, and we had plenty of onstage lovin' from him. We could've stuck around, but Farah would get in so much trouble from her mom, and we don't want that. Ate some pizza in Penn Station. Headed home. Went to work today - teacher still sick. Came home. Maybe I will go see the Moldy Peaches tonight. Maybe not. Bright Eyes/Cursive/Desaparecidos/The Good Life/Azure Ray/Rilo Kiley tomorrow night. Kim + Pinsky = HAHAHA. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, November 1, 2002; 03:37 p.m..
Happy Halloween. So I went to my Collegium. The dude from Listen.com was really interesting. I enjoyed his talk. I headed back to the dorm, and instead of doing some homework I watched an episode of Jackass and deliberated on what to wear to Last Call. Met up with Sheryl in the Park after being accosted by many a thug and we headed out to NBC. After waiting in a line (All but like 2 people in the BK line were white. To quote some girl, "It's an Asian attack!") for a bit of time, we were finally let into the studio. Our mission? Sit in the back and rock it out until Ben Kweller came out and we would be moved to the front. And that's just what we did. The DJ spun The Hives, The Vines, The Strokes and every other indie band ever made famous as Sheryl and I jammed our heads off. We were the two coolest gals in the house, if I do say so myself. Anyways, some funny producer talked to us about the show, then Carson came out and talked about the show. He asked anybody if they had any questions, and I resisted the urge to yell out "What's Gideon's number?!" As they hooked him up to the mic, one of the crew asked what he was drinking. "Just some good ol' Starbuck's coffee. With some Jim Beam. A frappu-drunko. No, it's just coffee." I was amused by the hologram that is Carson Daly. Seriously, he walked out, and I didn't believe there was actually a person under all of that make-up. The show started and stopped 5 seconds later. "Excuse me, sir. Your mic is not working. Sorry, sir." It sounded like the voice of God. And the voice of God was trying to kiss Carson Daly's ass. God feared a whippin'. Julie Bowen came out. She was really pretty. Kind of funny. Carson talked about sex, which seems to be a trend out of the one episode I've seen (Jason Schwartzman) and the one episode somebody told me about (Jake Gyllenhaal). Julie Bowen made a joke about some captain on a shark expedition she went on who was drunk at 7am from putting stuff in his coffee, and we all laughed hysterically as we were all reminded of Carson's pre-show comments. The people that watch will wonder, "Was that really so funny?" Finally it was time for the BK. We were brought up to the front, only I was brought up to the semi-front since I am too tall for television. Haha - seriously. I was close to blocking the camera. Dude, I'm like 5'8". That's not ridiculous. Stop making me feel like a giant, you short BK fans! He played "Commerce, TX," and I rocked around the clock. His eyes are so green and pretty. I'm pretty sure he has a lazy eye, though. I dunno. After the performance we were lead back to our seats. Carson chatted with BK, BK did some yoga. All was really adorable. A break occured and more music was played. The current song? Phantom Planet. California. Oh no. Sheryl and I did fist-pumping and various other rock out kind of things, and Carson Daly walked out and stood behind us. I was half expecting him to start talking to us about PP; it was pretty creepy. Ben Kweller came back out to do a "Goodnight story," which apparently is something that comes on right after the show on Fridays.. or something like that. I don't really know. He sang "Who Loves the Sun?" by the Velvet Underground. It was pretty, it was cute, it was fun. It was acoustic. Then, low and behold, here comes a one Mr. Ben Stein to do his own "Goodnight Story." Before they started filming, he asked random people where they were from and where they went to school. His story began, and it was horribly funny. He ad libbed a couple of "fucks," and the crew started laughing hysterically as they realized the editing they had before them. We left the studio and hung around in the lobby for a bit. Ben Stein came out and said "goodnight girls." We were a little stunned and we told him how much we liked his "inspirational" story. Chuck Scarborough, the NYC news guy walked by, and Sheryl said hello. I had no idea who he was. Headed home. Sexy profile guy was in our apartment - he was with some friends and they were going to a movie with Sarah. "You're in my music class, aren't you?" Holy hell. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, November 1, 2002; 03:00 a.m..
I have to leave for the airport in three hours. Sigh. What a short trip. I feel pretty fulfilled from my visit home, but I wish the game had been longer on Friday. Angela and I showed up late, and I headed over to the band. People were calling out to me, hugging me. It felt really good - it's a nice feeling when you realize people care about you. Sitting in my dorm room when I don't really know anyone and then heading down to a land where people tell me "I knew you would have those shoes! Those shoes are so you. Those shoes were you before they were made," by Carla and Candace. Mychal telling me that I was one of the only cool seniors last year. Emily practically strangling me when she hugged me. Jonathon making me laugh. Laura and her - even in the rain - perfect hair. Chatting about all the good shows with Melissa. Going down to sit with the band while they played "Land of 1000 Dances" with Chris. I even said hi to Eric. I was proud of that one. We're all leaving, I hug people, he's standing near them, so I walk by and said "Hey," as he replies with another "Hey." I dunno why I have so much bitterness towards the kid. It's a strange thing. Grant walked up to me and shook my hand. Alison turns to me, "What, you're just going to shake his hand? Well, I'm going to hug him." "Well.. he shook my hand first." Grant laughs and reaches back for a hug. In some way, I feel like Grant is a different person. I'm a different person, too, probably. It just seems strange. Maybe it's the fact that he talks to my cousin. Or when I get bored and harass his away message. I dunno. Grant and Jonathon didn't march - they were helping Grant's girlfriend out. She locked her keys in the car. I watched the band. Chris and I sat around and critiqued. It wasn't that great at all - the music sounded really good. But the lines? Not straight. The forms? Who knows. It drizzled a bit. The weather wasn't too bad, though, fortunately. I walked around and talked to random people. Corey is so big. I can’t get over it. He called out to me, and extended his hand for a shake. Right after that, he said, "Hey, come here," and hugged me. Those boys and their pre-hug handshakes. Sometime during all of this, I began to talk to Jonathon. I hadn’t realized, but I missed him a lot. I don’t really understand him. He’s the most mysterious, confusing person alive. He’s my real life Jack White. Except for my whole attraction to Jackie. Ha. He was talking about how he wants to go to NYU or Columbia. I really hope he does come to the city.. It’d be great to have someone from back home there. Especially someone like Jon. He’s too intriguing. We were still chatting when Jenn said that they were going to leave, and if I was going to go with them. I quickly wrote down my e-mail for Jonathon, and then Justin leaned over to say hello. He told me I had been ignoring him. Pssh. ;) I gave him a hug, and he kind of acted like he was going to pick me up as he had at graduation. I gave almost everyone in that back row a little hug, and as I was about to go, I heard Jonathon say, "hey, me too." I headed off, telling everyone else goodbye. When I had first gotten there, I heard someone call my name. I looked up to see Jonathon (the one who graduated with me) calling me from up in the bleachers. I told him I’d be up there in a minute, and instead he came down to chat with me. We were talking about the conversation we had the other day on im - I had told him to do an anti-rain dance. He was like, "Ah man, I thought you said rain dance," and started showing me his rain dance. It was really funny. Sugar Land is full of good people. Stacey, Jenn, Nai and I headed over to Wing Stop and then Jenn’s house where we watched Amelie, the movie that never ceases to be adorable. Jennifer and I mentioned how much we love the name Audrey - both of us have decided we would want to name our daughter’s that. Weird. Saturday I spent the day with my sister. We went out that evening to see Punch-Drunk Love which was pretty good and slightly depressing. I have so much Adam Sandler love now that I go to NYU. It's just weird.. The girl loves him even though he’s pretty insane. My sister was like, "Are we too far past insane to have anyone love us?" Nairuti called me as we were leaving the movies - "Hey, what time do you want to see Jackass?" Uh, what? Haha. Two movies in one day. Word. I told her that I would rather go to the later one, and that’s what we did. Jenn picked me up and we headed out to AMC jamming to MAROON 5 on the radio. It was so weird. I called poor, sick Alex who was already sleeping. Time difference sucks. I felt ridiculously bad. I forget that people sleep. I forget that some people answer their phone when they sleep. Me? I kick my phone as far away as possible and yell "SHUT UP." My mom and Alex answer it. And then I feel like an idiot. Anyways, the movie was hysterical. I have such a crush on little Johnny Knoxville, and seeing him on screen did not help to cure it. Johnny, Chris Pontius, Ryan Dunn, Bam Margera.. I love them all. I did almost throw up at one point, but they also showed Johnny gagging, and I figure if Johnny Knoxville gets queasy, it must be bad. Ha. We then headed to our old stomping grounds - the House of Pies. Ate a bit, talked a bit, took a few pictures. We headed back to my house and watched some of the videos on my computer, and we all took turns trying on Jenn’s Pulp Fiction wig and taking pictures. (Her sister bought it for Halloween, and it reminds Nai and me of Uma Thurman in the movie.) They headed out, and I soon headed off to sleep. Today my sister and I went out to the mall. We only shopped in Hot Topic, and I bought a ridiculously cool pair of pants. They're blue denim pinstripe type Dickie's. I didn’t think they would fit me, and yet they did. They're not even really tight. It's amazing. I also bought some glittery, neon, fat bangle bracelets to wear for Halloween. I'm going to be an 80s chick - authentic Madonna 1987 world tour shirt, ripped up jeans and fish nets, my hair in a high side ponytail with a big scrunchie, lots of bracelets, etc. At the airport today, my niece was refusing to say goodbye to me. She thought if she didn't say bye I would have to stay. It was horrible. She started to cover her face and cry, and then I cried a little, too. I'll be back soon. In two months. Christmas, New Years, a whole month of Houston. My mom is coming for Christmas, too. It's weird - I can't remember the last time my whole immediate family was together for Christmas. I think my aunt and cousins were talking about coming, too, which would be great. My laptop is running short of power, so I'm going to end this now. Two more hours of flight to go. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Monday, October 28, 2002; 12:55 p.m..
I just spent the last three minutes jamming to Christina Aguilera's song. Oh dear. I'm home. Houston. It's wet and humid and pretty gross, but I'm glad to be here. I dunno. It feels weird not being in New York. But I feel like I can really be me here - they know who I am, I'm not trying to prove anything. I dunno what I'm trying to prove in New York, but sometimes I just feel fake. I had a tiny bout of loneliness (probably caused by my "i'm going home!" excitement) on Thursday night so we headed out to dinner and to flier up the place. I had received my posters and fliers from Ben Kweller - along with a BK toothbrush (so rock and roll) and a mini disc that has the "wasted and ready" video, his appearance on Last Call with Carson Daly, a little video of him in the studio recording "Family Tree," a few pictures, and some other stuff. It's fun to watch. Anyways.. fliered up and down the Village (including CBGB's.. which was so cool. I didn't go in, but wow. I felt the history. Some guy walked by and said, "YOOOO.. CBGB's.. that place is the shit! I've been in there!" to his friend. Haha.. yesterday I was at CBGB's. Tonight I'm going to a high school football game. Weird the way that stuff goes.) I think in order for me to see a band at CBGB's, it has to be a band I really like. Otherwise I'll miss out on something. Does that make any sense? I headed out to Queens and spent a couple of hours watching music videos with Crystal. It was fun. For once she didn't criticize my music taste. Good deal. We do have different tastes - so we mock each other for it. She HAS to tell me anytime somebody tells her they dislike Weezer. Biznitch. ;) The flight this morning was all right. I was checked at every point between the plane and my grandparent's house though. I join the ranks of Jon Stewart and Alex Greenwald in the, "how the hell do you think I'm a terrorist?" file. The last time I was being frisked or whatever you want to call it, I was like "that's my belt. that's my jean rivets. those are my shoes. that's the mysterious thing in my wrist that keeps going off and nobody knows why i am suddenly part metal." I wanted to beat the guy behind me who groaned when the lady asked me if I had any id other than my school id. "Yo, do you think this is any less frustrating for me? Some lady was feeling my waist back there, and you just have to wait 2 seconds behind me in line. Shut. the. hell. up." Instead, I pretended nothing had happened. My niece is so cute. Went back to the high school with Angela. Nobody was around. Damn teachers who don't go to staff development day. Pssh. Everybody should download Joan Jett's cover of The Mary Tyler Moore Show theme. Yeah boy. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Friday, October 26, 2002; 05:28 p.m..
Cramps refuse to go away. Didn't go to keyboarding this morning. Chose to sleep in and try to feel better. I woke up a million times. Took a pill every few hours. I'm going to overdose on Tylenol or something. After calculus (which totally disturbed me), I stopped into Java City for my usual muffin and decided to try some coffee. I chose the vanilla latte. I liked it. Then I didn't. If I liked coffee, I could sit around drinking from a big mug and chatting with friends. Instead, I drink hot cocoa. The true drink of the intellectuals. Pssh. This afternoon at Collegium was demo day. I wasn't really impressed by any of them. Color and Talea was the best I think, but I'm not much of a jazz fan. Actually, there was one that was kind of smooth r&b pop-ish that was really cool. And the producer (he calls himself prodeuce.. get it?) made some cool beats. There was one that was straight emo. It totally reminded me of the Get Up Kids. Where's the originality? None were horrible, though. I wouldn't even call any of them bad. Just not "WOW." I think part of the Color and Talea appeal for me is Anthony's enthusiasm over the group. He plays the alto REALLY well, which is also impressive. But yeah, he's always gigging them, and when playing their song, his friend got up and started dancing. Anthony started dancing, too. It was pretty funny. Anyways, I did some last minute cramming for Econ. Took the midterm which was actually pretty easy. Not bad at all. Well.. a little bad. After class, Mehak, her friends, and I headed to Faye's Cafe for dinner. I had never been there before.. so it was good stuff. Here I am now. Not doing anything productive. Listening to Maroon 5. Wanting more pills. I was going to go to the coffeehouse thing, but I'm not feeling the acoustic vibe today. And I don't really feel like going alone. I'm sure I could run into someone there, but eh. I'll watch the twilight zone later. This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, October 23, 2002; 07:27 p.m..
 What kind of Phantom Planet ho are you? brought to you by Quizilla I'm listening to No Use For a Name - "Why Doesn't Anybody Like Me"? I was talking to my sister earlier, and she read her entire mp3 song list to me. For some reason, it made me think of that song. I used to love it so much. Why doesn't anybody like me? I don't understand. Guess I'll have to crawl inside. And I don't know why I'm sitting by myself when the problem isn't mine. Monday was the Calc midterm. I bombed. Completely. I fear my grade.. I really do. Tomorrow is the Econ midterm. Bleh. I feel okay about it though. Not too bad. I hope. I feel really, really gross today. I have horrid cramps, so I took a lot of medication. I've been out of it all day. On my way to Writing the Essay, I forgot where I was going twice. I almost walked in the wrong building. Wes was in our group today, which really, really freaked me out. My rough draft was complete shit.. I focused on studying for midterms than writing it, so I feared his comments. He was actually really cool about the whole thing. I think he figured, "Eh, Kim's a pretty good writer.. she'll pull it off." I also had Basic Musicianship today - skills review. Sang for the class. Wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Didn't do bad, just was feeling really gross at that point. I was supposed to go to work after that, but I didn't. I felt that bad. I didn't think I could deal with the kids for 3 hours. I'm guestlisted for the Ben Kweller/okgo show on Long Island Halloween night. How cool is that? Ben Kweller, you rock. This is my first appearance on a guest list - I offered to pass out fliers and such for the Vanderbilt show, and got this e-mail back: Cool. We'll send you a bunch of posters and hopefully some fliers in the next few days and you can hang them in local coffee shops, record stores, etc. You're all set for the guest list. Thanks,
Do I rock or do I rock? I also have 2 tickets to see BK on Last Call With Carson Daly next Wednesday. Sheryl is coming along. Should be a fun time. I will have to try hard to restrain shouting, "SHUT UP, CARSON!" I downloaded the beginning of the VMA's. I'm all excited because when I get back to Houston I can show all my friends. See that? That's me sitting right behind Heath Ledger. Hell. Yeah. Not that they haven't heard my story, but yeah. Haha.. it's fun to watch. I'm so terribly excited to be going home. The homecoming game is Friday night, and I hope it doesn't rain (though it is forecast) so I can see the band perform. Also, if it does rain, they'll have to leave and I won't get to say hello or anything. Boo. I get in about 11am on Friday. My sister is picking me up with my niece, then we might go get lunch or something, and then I'm going to go to the school with Angela. It's a staff development, so no students, but the teachers will be there. I need to get my scholarship from EHS. I actually enjoyed Writing the Essay today. Maybe I should be all out of it and unintellectual everyday. Wes was laughing, "Man.. we all have those days. I was like that yesterday." Wes = coolest professor ever. Well, not really. They're all pretty neat. Okay, not all. But most. Can you tell I'm still out of it? Right, right. Enjoy some Jon Stewart quotes. "When you don't drink, people always wanna know why. 'You don't drink? Why?' This never happens with anything else. 'You don't use mayonnaise? Why? Are you addicted to mayonnaise? Is it okay if I use mayonnaise? I can go outside."-Jim Gaffigan
Stuff from Jon Stewart:
Oh yeah.. I archived. All my old stuff is here This entry bootyliciously lipsynched by K. Ho on Wednesday, October 23, 2002; 12:53 a.m..
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